I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home.

I fell in love.

A woman two years older who works for the same company.

His name is Goto-san.

Mr. Goto took good care of me and made me better since the training.

The smile was brilliant, attentive, and a support for my heart, which had turned into a livestock.

"If there's a man, say it from the beginning ..."

I don't know how many cups of beer I had.

The outline of Hashimoto, who laughs like another person at the opposite seat, also looks blurred.

Yes, I went on a date. With Goto.

After 5 years of service, I finally invited her to date.

I'm glad to accept your invitation and this is going! I went on a date with my expectations raised and walked along the zoo.

To be honest, I saw only Goto's profile than animals. Occasionally, I saw the milk sideways.

Anyway, I was determined to take this opportunity to nothing.

After finishing the zoo, we had dinner at a fashionable French restaurant. I think it was delicious, but I don't remember the taste anymore.

And be full.

I invited Goto.

"Would you like to come to my house as it is?"

They are both adults.

You can easily understand the meaning of this word.

Looking at Mr. Goto with mixed eyes of expectations and anxiety, Mr. Goto laughed in trouble.

And he shook his head.

"I keep it secret at the company, but I have a lover."

"Why did you come on a date !!!"

"Oh, Yoshida, it's the sixth time today."

"I'll say it 10,000 times ..."

"I don't want to hear the same story 10,000 times."

Hashimoto watched me laughing at the beer.

"It's time for that."

"I'm so stupid, my anger has subsided."

"It's better after the sake has come around. It's not clear."

Hashimoto can say that because he is another person.

I can't do it without drinking today.

Immediately after Goto-san was humbled, I was stunned and dropped on a bench in a small park.

She asked that she had a lover five years ago.

That is, when I met her, there was already a man.

"I'm stupid ..."

I had been thinking about a woman with a man for five years.

"I was deceived ... Return my love ..."

I felt that anger was getting bigger and bigger in my chest than sadness when I was hanging out with words like mid-transfer of responsibility.

The moment I noticed it, I was calling Hashimoto.

"If you think you were suddenly called, it's a bitter heartbreak."

"Okay, aren't you always listening to your wife's story?"

"It's not bitter, it's bitches."

"I can't hear you just the same!"

Hashimoto answered the call while saying something, and he was listening to my bitches.

"Oh ... I thought it would work."

"I wouldn't be able to have a man.

"I wish I had that soft tits!"

"Idiot, big voice"

I caught the OL who was sitting next door glanced at me and smiled at the edge of my view, but did you know?

I feel that the shame of ordinary people has obviously disappeared, partly because of the drinking.

"I guess that my hands that gently beat my shoulders and that mouth that said," Thank you "are all too used up, and it's too hard to die ..."

"Because you have a real delusion."

"I wanted you to hit me anyway."

"I'm sure you'll be shocked."

When I was drinking and talking, I realized how well I looked at Mr. Goto with nasty eyes.

But I think that is inevitable.

At this age, no matter how hard you try, your love feelings and sexual desire will become inseparable relationships. That's it.

"Well, my question was resolved and I was refreshed."

"What's the question?"

"No, I thought that there was no man in such a beautiful Mr. Goto. And that person is already 28? A woman is about to get married soon."

"That's why I thought I could go if I pressed it ... because I didn't know there was a man ... Oh, my sister!

When I raised my hand and ordered an izakaya clerk, Hashimoto sighed for some time today.

"I drink too much. I'm going home before the last train today."

"Wow!"

"Even if Yoshida gets sick, he doesn't care."

"OK, OK"

Hashimoto's advice was also heard appropriately, drinking beer like bathing, and I felt like I was temporarily released from the pain of broken heart.

"Oh ... uh ... uh, uh ..."

She vomits with her hands in front of a road gutter.

It was good to get out of the pub, break up with Hashimoto and take a taxi.

He got drunk because of the unique smell in the taxi car, probably triggered by the drunken nausea from alcohol.

Immediately after getting off the taxi, I vomited.

Meat and vegetables eaten by the knob came out.

After a short walk, I vomited again.

Alcoholic smelling liquid came out.

And now she is vomiting again on the road near her house.

A yellow liquid came out. bitter.

"Damn ... Goto ..."

That woman is all bad.

I stood up and walked a few steps to get nauseated again.

However, I knew I had nothing to vomit, so I stopped crouching.

As I walked with nausea, I saw a light beside the crossroads.

Turn right at the crossroads with the lights and you're almost home.

Walk while staring at the light with vague eyes.

Immediately, I noticed something wrong with the light.

Under the light rather than the light itself.

A person was crouching under the light.

…… are you drunk?

It is a sight to see that people are often rolling on the ground near an urban station.

It was the first time that people were crouching on the street near their home.

As I approached it, I knew that it was a woman and a high school girl.

Because he was wearing "uniform".

A dark blue blazer and a gray check skirt. The underwear is exposed because it is crouched in physical education while wearing a skirt. it's black.

...... It doesn't look like cosplay.

Instantly I judge.

I often see a woman dressed as a high school girl barking on an urban street, but for such a cosplay, her uniform beneath the telephone pole is too “conservative” was.

When I glanced at the watch, the time was around midnight.

What did a high school girl do at such a time?

"Hey, there. JK there."

If I noticed, I was calling.

The schoolgirl raised her face between her knees and chest and looked at me dimly.

"What are you doing at such a time. Go home, go home."

As I said, the high school girl blinked and opened her mouth.

"No more trains"

"Are you there until the morning?"

"It feels cold too."

"So what do you do?"

The schoolgirl groaned and tilted her head.

If you look closely, it is a pretty face.

Her hair is brown, almost black, and her eyes are long. The nose was clean, but the tip was round. She has a face that is between “beautiful” and “cute”.

I think it's cute, but not my favorite.

The high school girl who was tilting her neck turned her back and stared at me.

"Uncle, stay overnight"

"Uncle ... you are."

I was angry at what was called “Uncle” and the high school girl's strangely light-hearted feeling.

"Is there a high school girl who just follows the" uncle "who just met!"

"But I'm not going home today"

"If you return to the station, there will be karaoke and ne cafe"

"I have no money"

"Well, why not stay at my house for free?"

When I asked, the high school girl shouted, "Oh," and immediately nodded alone.

"I'll let you do it, stay here"

I've been uttered.

Are all recent high school girls like this?

No, definitely not.

This is obviously strange.

I decided so.

"That's not a joke."

"It's not a joke.

"This is a wish. Can you hold a girl?"

"Fan"

The high school girl nodded and made an extraordinary smile this time.

"Let's stay free."

"..."

Once again, I craped.

"I'll bother you"

I raised it.

My position is in jeopardy if I keep talking at that place and see it by someone in the neighborhood.

I just need to get rid of tomorrow morning.

"Okay, because you told me to stay."

"Yeah? That's right."

"It's not a kidnap!"

"Haha, I know. I know."

Not if you are laughing.

In this era, when men and women have trouble, men are often turned into villains.

It is common to hear that if they agreed to protect their runaway daughter, they would have been treated as a kidnapping case.

"Room is dirty"

"A man's room is beautiful"

"Some rooms were beautiful."

I turned in a hurry to the statement of the high school girl.

She looked at me in a glance and leaned her head.

"What?"

"……Disagreeable"

It has nothing to do with me.

It doesn't matter what life this person has ever lived in or how they came here.

If it's tomorrow morning, drive out.

That's all I need to do.

I lie on my bed in plain clothes.

There were so many things that I was already exhausting today.

With help from sake, the consciousness is immediately blurred.

"Oh, I'm going to sleep"

"Sleep ... Let's like you too"

Turning away, the schoolgirl softly sat down on the bed.

"Isn't it okay to do it?"

"Don't say it many times ... I don't like kid ..."

"is that so"

Sleepiness rules the brain.

While closing my eyes and letting go of consciousness, the voice of a high school girl once again shook the eardrum.

"What do you want to keep?"

If you say strong, I want you to be calm.

Please be aware of my wallet running out in the morning.

But it did not go into words.

I'm too sleepy and my body and mouth don't move properly.

However, there was something in the vague consciousness that strongly appealed to my desires.

"miso soup……"

When I noticed, I was just talking about it.

"I want to drink miso soup made by a woman."

That said, my consciousness was cut off.